A Very MC Picnic

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Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77339-683-5

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

A VERY MC PICNIC

Sam Crescent MC Special

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2018

Author Note

I think it’s no secret that I love MC romance. I’ve got quite a few series that are published and I think you’d all be surprised how many stories are in my head that are not yet even written (it’s a lot). Anyway, so this book, I probably shouldn’t say it doesn’t need to be read as that’s the complete opposite of being an author.

This is a lot of fun, at least it was for me. I always wanted to write this kind of story, one that brought all of the MCs that I felt would work well together but not end in a bloodbath. Of course, there are charged moments. These are all alpha men who know what they want.

I really hope you like this, and I have to say, Devil wins me over every single time. I’m also loving the little snippets of Anthony and Simon that I’m getting. Please let me know if you’d like to know more or have another little surprise meet-up. You know where to follow me and where to find me online.

Chapter One

Russell—Russ—Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief when he looked around the large grounds. It had taken over a year to organize this picnic. In fact, each MC had come once before, only to leave with the promise to come back. Of course, he then got messages that they were not coming back. Then he sent out his third and final invitation, at Lewis’s request, and now here they were.

Trojans, Dirty Fuckers, Saints and Sinners, The Skulls, and Chaos Bleeds, all in one place. If he was their enemy, he’d have opened fire on them right now and taken them all out. This was not an annihilation or to push them away but an opportunity to bring them together. Staring out at the garden, he felt Anna come up beside him.

You okay?

It’s like we’ve got four different teams. How can we hope to achieve anything when they won’t even fucking sit close to each other? He saw The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds sitting together. They were the only two clubs that were in fact chummy with each other. Saints and Sinners looked ready to leave while the Dirty Fuckers were eyeing up the booze and several of the women serving. The Trojans just weren’t interested. Duke held one of his kids in his arms and looked ready to leave any minute. They didn’t have all of their club members here, only a select few of them.

You couldn’t expect them to actually be ready for this, Anna said. They’re clubs. You told me they’re not exactly going to welcome you with open arms.

I expected something better than this.

Anna chuckled. You’ve got dangerous clubs all under one roof, or should I say within one garden. Each one has their own turf with the belief that no one enters each other’s. Of course, you were going to have conflict, but watch how you break the ice here.

Russ watched his wife as she moved down toward the table where their son Ryan sat. She stroked his hand before holding it, and he quickly followed as she approached The Skulls. This was not how he’d imagined this trip to be. Russ had been hoping for something really fucking amazing, and instead, he felt the hope of what he wanted to achieve slipping out of his fingers.

He could have demanded each Prez of each MC to a meeting. He was aware of it being done before, especially when Lash took the lead of The Skulls. There had been a sit-down where several leaders had been pissed about the change. Tiny was one of the most feared and respected bikers, so the club being handed over had come as quite a shock.

The Billionaire Bikers MC didn’t have the same respect as the other clubs here today. He didn’t mind what others thought of them. They were not the usual MC image, and neither did they try to be. Their club had been set up to bring ten men together in the hope of helping women in the trafficking world. Mandy, Lewis’s woman, was one of those women, as was Russ’s own. Anna had been taken when she tried to save her friend. He’d found her on the verge of death, and as she got better, their relationship grew.

Hey, I’m Anna Wyatt, Russell’s wife, and this is our son, Ryan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. She held out her hand to the dark chestnut-haired woman with the green eyes and pretty smile.

Angel, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Anthony and Chloe are mine. This here is Lexie. She’s Devil’s old lady.

Before Russ knew what was happening, the women were chatting. He recognized Holly and Mary from the Trojans also moving closer, introducing their sons and daughters to each other. Before long the stilted silence ceased and the men started to talk to each other. Russ breathed out a sigh of relief, not really sure what he expected to happen, but pleased that it hadn’t ended in bloodshed.

When it came to the Dirty Fuckers he didn’t have to worry. They were known for fucking more than fighting. The others, though, that wouldn’t have ended well for him.

I owe Jay fifty bucks, Lewis said, coming up behind him, beer in hand.

You didn’t think we could pull this shit off? Russ asked.

I just saw all of us dead. Our safes taken, women probably taken as well. I don’t know. You’ve got some of the deadliest clubs in one place, and then of course the dirty boys. I don’t know where they actually come in.

I don’t want to test them. Each one of the men from the Dirty Fuckers MC looked deadly. He knew without a shadow of a doubt not to underestimate any of the men in this place.

No one wants to test them. It’s what makes them so good, and why they still have Greater Falls all to themselves. Lewis sighed. This is going to be a long-ass day.

If we get what we want, I don’t see this being a problem.

I see two clubs helping us, Russ. Don’t get your hopes up, and the only reason we know about them is because of the work they already do. Lewis patted him on the back.

They wanted to bring more of the MCs together to help them fight against the people who would hurt women, sell them on the street, or place them with the highest bidder. He was sick of the trafficking, and he wanted to do everything he could to shut that dark shit down.

In the years since he brought together the Billionaire Bikers and witnessed firsthand all of the awful things that had been done to these women, Russ struggled to sleep at night. In fact, there were many nights he woke up terrified, and only holding his wife or staring down at his sleeping son helped to put the monsters to bed.

The world they all lived in was full of monsters, and this was his way of trying to chase them away for good.

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How do you think we should play this? Lash asked.

Devil shrugged. I don’t know. Our women can play the roles of being nice. I’m not interested. He checked to make sure Lexie was okay. After his last visit, he’d been hesitant to actually come here again.

The Billionaires had gone to a lot of trouble to get them all here. The first invitations had been accepted, and the picnic had been canceled for some reason. Devil had figured that would be the end of it, but then more invitations had arrived some time later. This time he’d showed up, and even called Lexie as it had seemed like an okay deal. Of course, on the way home he’d changed his mind, and once he got home he’d had no intention of coming back. A few weeks later, a new invitation had arrived, this time to Lexie, and his wife had agreed, which was why he was now in the Billionaire Biker territory instead of home. Glancing around him at the splendor and luxury, he wasn’t impressed.

With Lola and Whizz’s help, he’d been able to find out everything there was to know about Russ and his precious little … club. He couldn’t think of that posh fucker being Prez of an MC.

There’s got to be a reason for all of this.

Devil rolled his eyes. "You’re not Tiny, so